I'm going to wear the same shirt I wore yesterday. I've already decided it.
This morning started out with schedule miscommunication between the parents and several reminders to one certain kid to put on deodorant.  The first shift of the morning ended with Rylie sharing her displeasure with the colored pushpins I bought for the Christmas ornament they'll be making in class today.
I bought the ornament supplies at Ace Hobby. Much to my delight the friendly employees, prior to my arrival, had put together the ornament supplies and placed them in a small brown paper sack secured with a staple.
I didn't check the sack. And now Rylie wants clear pushpins. She's not going to get them.

Details in life are unsure.

I haven't Christmas shopped yet. I've picked up a few things but the enormity of my list remains. I don't know what I'm going to find. For many of the people on my list I don't know what to get.
We haven't nailed down Christmas plans yet either. After almost twenty years together Jason and I have still never come up with an easily doable Christmas intenerary.
I'm really not sure what all we're supposed to be doing this weekend either. It's a lot of stuff. I know that.

I have several friends waiting on test results these days. So much waiting. So many are wondering how they'll get through Christmas without their loved-one.

Jason is taking Hayden and a friend to check out Sam Houston State University today. He's unsure of where he wants to go to college. I'm unsure of whether I want him to GO- if it means going.

That's why when I walked back in the front door this morning I automatically decided to wear the shirt I wore yesterday. I'm tired of the magnitude of unknown variables. I want there to be something I don't have to think so hard about (It's sad that what I'll wear is ever one of those things I have to think much about). So I'm wearing yesterday's shirt (that I like very much) in protest of the all the unknown and all things going on right now that I don't like. With all the details-

I'm glad that we don't have to worry about the main idea.

Christmas drives me crazy. I have a love-hate relationship with the hustle and bustle.  But Christmas will come with or without the scotch tape and wrapping paper.  Christmas will happen without the toy, bound in the box by plastic wire and brackets; nearly  IMPOSSIBLE to open. Christmas, real Christmas is the reality that God is with us. I said that like two posts ago. But I need that reminder in all that is unsure. God is with us offering Christmas calm in the midst of the unknown.

This is the part of Christmas I want early.

 

Noel     Noel
God with us, Emmanuel
You're here,

I'm holding you so near...
I'm staring into the face of my Savior
King and Creator
You could have left us on our own
But you're here

-lyrics by Francesca Battistelli